Meg furrowed his brows as the atmosphere became tense. He was trying to think of a way to explain the situation.
"The princess has just arrived at Chaos City, and she hasn't found a place to stay yet. She's very tired after the battle in the morning, so we had to trouble you to lend her a bedroom," Firis quickly explained as she looked at Meg apologetically. "Sorry for the trouble."
"It's … It's alright. It's just a small matter." Meg shook his head with a smile. How could it be called trouble for his wife?
After hearing Firis's words, everyone seemed to have understood what was going on. Now that she said it, it seemed like there was no problem.
Furthermore, they had seen Alex with their own eyes today. That man who rode a griffin into battle was completely different from Meg.
"You guys can sit for a while longer. We'll start eating when everyone is here," Meg said as he turned and went into the kitchen. Hot pot, barbecue, and a set meal were arranged.
…
"What a good sleep." Irina opened her eyes and stretched her back with a smile.
The string in her brain that had been tense for months finally relaxed. Lying in the soft and warm bed and having a good sleep, she felt very satisfied mentally and physically. This feeling was simply too comfortable.
Suddenly, she felt a movement beside her. She turned her head and saw Amy, who was lying in her arms, looking at her with her big eyes and a sweet smile on her little face.
"Mother, you're so beautiful," Amy praised.
"Mm-hmm, Amy has good taste." Irina nodded with a smile. There was nothing happier than to wake up with Amy in her arms and listen to her praises.
"Growl."
Right at this moment, two stomachs sounded almost at the same time.
The two of them looked at each other and laughed at the same time.
"Alright, let's get up and eat." Irina got up. Her long silver hair, which almost reached her calves, cascaded down like a waterfall. Even after sleeping, it didn't affect its softness and luster at all.
She picked Amy up from the bed and helped her put on her clothes clumsily.
"Mother, I want to tie my hair into a bun," Amy said to Irina as she sat on the edge of the bed and scratched her messy hair.
"A bun?" Irina looked at Amy in confusion.
"It means tying your hair up like a small bun." Amy gestured to her head and added, "Father is very good at it. Don't you know how to do it?"
"Who … Who said I can't? I'm much better than him." Irina said confidently. When it comes to hair tying, she can't lose to Meg, but will it really look good with a meatball tied on the head? This made Irina somewhat suspicious of Meg's aesthetics.
"I'm sitting properly." Amy hugged her little makeup box and sat down obediently.
Irina stroked Amy's soft hair and asked, "Amy, do you want a big meatball or a small meatball?"
"Can it be made into a big meatball?" Amy was a little surprised. Her father had always tied her hair into small meatballs. She had never tied a big meatball before.
"Of course, there's nothing I can't do." Irina nodded proudly.
"Then I want a big meatball. I like to eat big meatballs." Amy nodded repeatedly and looked at herself in the mirror expectantly.
"If it's a big meatball …" Irina hesitated for a moment, then her ten slender fingers started moving on Amy's head.
…
"Father, do you think my big meatball looks good?"
Amy ran downstairs and jumped to the kitchen door as she shouted at Meg, who was in the kitchen.
"This!" Meg, who was about to taste the soup, turned around and saw Amy with her silver hair tied into a big hollow meatball on top of her head like a bird's nest. His hand trembled and spilled the soup.
What kind of surreal hairstyle is this?
"Meow!"
Upon hearing Amy's voice, Ugly Duckling, which was lying on the counter and taking a nap, opened its eyes. It was so shocked that it jumped a meter into the air, and all its hair stood on end as it looked at Amy in horror.
Everyone looked at Amy's filial hairstyle with astonishment. They had never seen Boss tie up such a wild hairstyle for Amy before.
Meg was just thinking about how to comment on this spectacular bird's nest hairstyle. After all, this hairstyle was not something that ordinary people could pull off, let alone a cute little girl like Amy.
"I did it for Amy." Irina said to Mag as she came downstairs to the kitchen door. She looked a little smug and nervous at the same time.
Meg looked at Irina, who seemed to be very satisfied with her work, and swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth. He quickly squeezed out a sincere smile, and said to Amy, "It's really beautiful. It's even prettier than the little meatballs that Father tied for Amy. I'm sure the birds will like it when we go out."
"Wow, Big Sister Irina is really awesome." Amy turned to look at Irina with little stars in her eyes.
"It's a piece of cake. If Amy likes it, I can do it for you often in the future." A smile appeared on Irina's face. She felt very accomplished after receiving Meg's praise. She looked at Meg with a gentle gaze.
Meg turned around and continued to taste the soup. He heaved a long sigh of relief. "Thank goodness I'm quick-witted. I almost couldn't help but complain."
"So it was Princess Irina who tied it up." Everyone, who had thought that the hairstyle was a little strange, suddenly understood. Perhaps it was a new trend in The Wind Forest. Although it looked a little strange, it was very close to nature in the forest.
Phyllis looked at Irina with a little surprise. The princess had always kept her hair long because she didn't want to comb it. Hair that had been kissed by the God of Life didn't have to worry about knots and tangles. Even a strand of hair falling out occasionally was a small occurrence.
"Hello … Hello, Princess Irina. I'm your loyal fan and have admired you since I was a child. Can I have your autograph?" Connie dashed forward and stopped in front of Irina. She bent over at a ninety degree angle and handed over a pen and paper with both hands as she said agitatedly.
"Orc? Cat girl? "Irina looked at Connie's slightly trembling pink ears and couldn't help but reach out and pinch them.
"Mmm!"
Connie, who was bent over, let out a moan. Her legs gave way, and she collapsed at Irina's feet. She looked up, blushed, and panted slightly. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at Irina with a wronged expression.
"Has she been trained? How did she fall so skillfully? " Irina withdrew her hand and looked at Connie teasingly. This little fellow was really interesting. It was as if there was a switch installed on her ears. She fell with a gentle pinch. She looked at her cat ears that had become more pink and soft, and asked curiously, "What will happen if I blow air into them?"
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